You chuckle, trying not to reveal too much about yourself. “Well,” you say, adjusting your posture towards the figure, “I know a guy who knows a guy who has some inside eyes.”

The figure looks up at you, one eyebrow raised.

“Inside eyes, huh”? The man leans on the table, “and what exactly do those ‘inside eyes’ see”.

“Oh y’know, this and that. Good things, bad things… great things”. You lean back in your chair, aiming to look tough and hoping to gain some intrigue.

“Huh”. The man mumbles something inaudibly under his breath. All you can make out is ‘worth it’.

“Well? You buying or what? I’ve got places to be, y’know”.

The man scoffs, obviously irritated, “No, I don’t know” he sighs, “what’s your price”?

“Hm… I was thinking 250”. You stand and turn away from him.

“Might as well be robbing ‘er” he says quietly and chuckles.

“250’s fine by me, but if I may ask, where can I find this guy that has said ‘inside eyes’”?

Grabbing the bag and handing you a stack of money the man moves to stand infront of you. He probably won’t let you leave until he gets an answer. You start counting the money, there’s about 350, “A hundred more for information, m’lady”.

You smirk at him, what a sad excuse for a highly wanted criminal.

“I guess this will do” you sigh, leaning against the table, “this guy is not to be messed with that’s for sure, you can find him at the railroad crossings, Char and Cider. You’ll know him when you see him”.

“And exactly how will I know him”? The man says, failing to hide his frustration.

“Oh, _y’know_.”

Suddenly the window just behind the man shatters.

“What the?!” The man covers his head while you just stand there snickering.

Three men wearing black tactical gear come through the window, officers. They begin to check the perimeter for anyone else,and one of them approaches the man,

“Dominic Underhall, you are under arrest for smuggling illegal materials across _multiple_ national borders”. He goes to handcuffs the man, Dominic Underhall, but pauses to grab the bag from his shoulder.

“Ya, so what! Nothing’s I’ve done is as illegal as what’s in that bag,” he says, motioning towards it, “and I got it from her”!

“Oh? Let’s see what we have then.” The officer glances at you, opens the bag, and pulls out a bunny stuffie, now rid of its disguise, “Didn’t I get this for you”?

“Years ago, ya”. You reply grabbing the toy.

“Good to see old stuff having a new life”.

“Reminds me of someone I know…”

The officer rolls his eyes at you.

“You’re a spy!?!” The man yells at you, “I knew I shouldn’t of trusted you the moment I laid eyes on you!”

“Yet you did.” The officer says as he finishes handcuffing the man.

“Why you-!”

“Alright enough of this”. Say one of the other officers as he takes Dominic and makes his way out of the building.

He’s still screaming at you as you find the owner of the building.

“Let me know if this isn’t enough,” you say to the owner as you hand her the stack of cash. She just nods, not sure exactly what to make of what just happened.

“He almost got away,” the officer says to you, “glad you were able to track him down.”

“That’s what siblings do, right? Track down wanted criminals for each other?”

“I don’t think that’s exactly right…” the officer, your brother, responds.

“Eh, seems pretty ‘right’ to me.”

He shrugs, “Well I guess everyone does have their things. See you tomorrow to talk next plans We said that new restaurant, Char and Cider, right?”

You nod.

“Hey,” you say, smacking him on the back, “don’t forget.”

“Forget what”?

“Oh y’know, third times the charm”